An angel steps in before she steps off the bridge… and leaves a sign.

3:14 a.m. My phone vibrated twice, then went silent. The words on the screen jolted me out of my semi-conscious state. “I can’t go on anymore. Kelly, I’ve let you down. I’m sorry.” I sat up in bed and called the number. The line was dead. Hazel had switched off her mobile after texting me. She didn’t want to be…

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My client got a message from her mum’s Spirit. Her response made me LOL!

A mother’s love can make you laugh and cry. Lili, a young undergraduate, had arranged to see me. She was graduating soon, and wanted insight into some important career decisions. She also wanted advice for her family back in China. Lili called at noon; we arranged to meet at 3. Great, I thought. That gives me time to run errands….

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Granddad’s Spirit realised I didn’t speak his dialect. What he did next was so cute!

The rain outside the café had slowed to a drizzle as I concluded an angel oracle card reading with Alicia, a first-time client. “Thanks for the reading, Kelly!” Alicia said as I gathered up the cards and shuffled the deck. “I’m glad for the insights into my career and my grouchy boyfriend.” She paused for a second as a thought…

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He walked out when his dog was dying. Now his dog is back… with a message.

Across the table at the café, his presence was dominating. Tall, tanned, and a strapping alpha male, Adrian was a successful young man who believed in the need to balance the material with the spiritual. Hence his decision to see me: to ensure his plans for his future (mainly finance and career) were on track. Coming from a poor and…

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She realises that silence isn’t always golden. Click for details!

“She wrote, ‘Silence is golden. Mind it doesn’t turn yellow’.” – Riiiiight. Tania, you’ll have to explain that one. She laughed. “I will, once I get it myself”. Her brows furrowed slightly. “I don’t know why it popped into my head.” Probably because of the spirit guides behind her. Tania’s guides. Three tall figures of golden light standing silently by, watching us both….

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A sign from Spirit heals her wounded soul. Could this happen for you?

Sunday morning. She was sixteen, alone in her room, and crying. She was supposed to be getting ready for church, a weekly endurance session that she dreaded and loathed. As much as she enjoyed meeting Spirit and helping other people during church services, the stress of doing what she did – and of being misunderstood time and again – was…

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